I’m back, which today has many meanings.
- I’m back to blogging
- I’m back from home
- And I’m back home
One of the questions that I was asked a lot over the weekend was how it felt to be back “home” or and/ be back in Sewickley. Granted I’ve only been gone one month, and I’ve been living out of the Sewickley village for awhile – but you know, Sewickley is home whether I lived in Fair Oaks, Moon, Pittsburgh or Florida. There’s a familiarity about Sewickley that you don’t find anywhere else. I know I can go “upstreet” (not the Village) to get supplies at Thrift :-), get my watch batteries replaced, pick up Jimmy’s contacts, get a Starbucks and sit on the bench (before Jimmy Dixon gets there) and the best is walking to the Sewickley Hotel with Jimmy (first of all I’m walking to the Hotel with Jimmy) but secondly, running into everyone you know. That doesn’t happen just anywhere. Seeing John Munizza at the bars is everyone’s favorite comment (i.e. Guess who I saw? John Munizza) Obviously it has another meaning for me, but no matter who you are, seeing John Munizza at the bar is “home” – although not sure if he’ll be buying me a drink anytime soon. Going to Greer’s graduation party, the last of “our” kids to graduate, and seeing all the Huckabees who I’ve known all my life, Huckabees are a Sewickley staple too. We really are a mix in Sewickley aren’t we? And of course there’s my family (speaking of mixes). Kerry’s house has been “home” since she’s lived there which is how long now? Can it be close to 30 years?. My mom lived there for awhile so that was immediately home for all of us and still is where everyone stays when visiting. We know it’s chaos there but it’s Kerry’s. Did I care that she gave me her bed and slept with Greer? Heck no, she’s my sister, she should be giving me more than that (jk). It was fun to stay there – to be woken up by those babies, to just watch TV with my sister, or go for walks, or go to breakfast with the girls, sit in Jer’s kitchen for a couple hours (proud of myself that I shortened it to only a couple hours),or run up to Café Mocha to catch up with Maryann, float in the pool at Besongs, or how about Bobby (Rondinelli) driving me to the airport at 5 a.m. That is Sewickley, that’s home.
My boys and I always spend my birthday together and it didn’t matter that it wasn’t the actual day, Friday to us was my birthday. We went into the city, lunch at Market Square, saw the statue at PPG, then to the Point. Also saw a couple of those installation art pieces that we argued about what they were (well Zach doesn’t really argue – he just disagrees and knows that he’s right) but I think the one piece looks like the Gulf Building and it’s on a symbolic oil rig stand, and I’m sticking to it. Zach asked me if I missed Point Park or if I wanted to stop by and see people, but how can I “stop by”? Who am I going to stop by and see? I can’t single anyone out to stop by and say hey to, that’s going to have to be an all day event at some point. How do you spend 8 years with people seeing them every day of the week and then just stop by? I did see Nancy Lobaugh and Cindy Jenko (or whatever her name is now) walking through Market Square. They didn’t see me though. But just seeing them felt like home. I’ve worked in the city off and on since 1981. Certainly Pittsburgh feels like “home”. Every time I walk to the Fountain I think about Diane and I skipping school when we went to Bradford and laying in the sun at the Point. We did that a lot. My mom and I used to meet for lunch when she worked in the city and we’d walk to the Point a lot. My first date with Phil we went to the Point. That Fountain has a lot of memories. That Fountain is “home” as well.
Of course the trouble with going home is there is never enough time. There are people I didn’t get to see, there are more babies to play with (Ruby and Stella) and there are many friends that I would have liked to have seen but didn’t. But that just means I’ll catch them next time.
When I left Pittsburgh to fly back today I was coming “home”. I was excited to get back, excited to see my boyfriend, excited to even make the drive from his office (something I do often) excited to see the dog (well he was a little more excited than me) excited to see the kids, the house, our room, excited to go get my toes done at the local toe place. And tonight I’ll make some sort of dinner that’s sure to be a masterpiece (knock on wood) followed by my welcome home cookies.
So in conclusion, and on a completely sappy note, the saying goes “home is where your heart is” and well, my heart is in each and every one of you (my friends and family). I am home with my boys no matter where we are. I am home with my friends no matter where we are. Whether I’m with my family doing anything, whether I’m with the girls “upstreet” or walking around the Farmers Market, whether I’m at Jer’s, Ker’s, Mar’s or floating at the Besongs, I am home. Everyone of my friends and family have a piece of my heart, every place I’ve “hung” has a piece of my heart, and now my heart is here as well. I think that must be why it feels so much like “home” here, because my heart swells when I’m here, and I’m just taking it (Florida) and them (the Bakers) all into my heart. And well you know, once you’re in, you’re in.
Below are scenes from my weekend. (ok the Greer graduation picture didn’t happen over the weekend but why didn’t we take any pictures? She looked so stinkin cute at her party) Until tomorrow…